The rug has been pulled.
Free-falling into oblivion,
but you catch me.
Steadying myself is not easy;
however, you stand by me.
Gazing into your eyes,
seeing your love gives me hope.
Hope is there.
Holding onto it.
No longer am I free-falling.
Believing you keeps oblivion away.
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